Zhang Ling waved his sleeve, and the black jade slip was put away. At the same time, a dozen middle-grade spirit stones appeared on the table, which was the fee for posting the message here. The young man quickly thanked him and put away the spirit stones.
"Once this matter is over, I will leave." Zhang Ling stood up and was about to walk out when the young man stopped him.
"Senior, please wait, this pavilion has a piece of information, I wonder if you are interested."
"Oh, information, tell me about it."
After sitting down again, the man told a piece of information, which did arouse Zhang Ling's interest. Then he took a special talisman paper from the man's hand before walking out of the secret room.
"Respectfully see you off, senior. If you need anything, you can come to our pavilion again."
The young man stood respectfully at the entrance of the secret room and watched Zhang Ling leave. After Zhang Ling left, he patted the storage bag around his waist and grinned.
Usually, they don't have much business here, but in the past few days, many high-level cultivators have come to their Flying Rain Pavilion almost every day, and these stewards have earned a lot of spirit stones.
Although Flying Rain Pavilion makes a living by selling information, their power is not small. They can gain a foothold in this demon city and are unique.
There will be a secret trading meeting held by some high-level cultivators in the East District today. This is the news that the young man said. Rare materials often appear at secret trading meetings, and Zhang Ling naturally doesn't want to miss it. He took the token given by the young man and hurriedly left the Flying Rain Pavilion.
But as soon as he stepped out of the Flying Rain Pavilion, a woman wearing a white hat and a gauze skirt came in. This woman was also a high-level cultivator and brushed past him.
Originally, Zhang Ling didn't care about this woman, but the woman suddenly stopped in place and released a wisp of divine sense to scan him.
This naturally aroused his attention.
Zhang Ling couldn't help but frown, quickened his pace, and flashed to the street, looked back, and the woman returned to normal, walking step by step towards the Flying Rain Pavilion.
Could it be that I sensed it wrong?
Zhang Ling pondered for a moment, he did feel a wisp of divine sense surrounding him just now, it was obvious that the woman deliberately checked his aura.
Zhang Ling glanced again at the woman who had already walked into the Flying Rain Pavilion, and suddenly felt that her back seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
Standing on the street and looking around, the street was empty at this time, without a single person.
Zhang Ling didn't think much about it and quickly left the street.
He had seen quite a few high-level cultivators in this demon city these days, maybe he had met this woman before. Zhang Ling shook his head and put the matter behind him.
In the world of cultivation, one should not randomly release divine sense to check the cultivation of others, this behavior has obvious offensive meaning, and may attract the hostility of some grumpy cultivators.
Generally speaking, the cultivation of others is observed by using the spiritual eye technique to observe the spiritual power fluctuations on the cultivator's body to determine the cultivation. Although this method has certain loopholes, it is the most common method.
What he didn't know was that at this time, in the Flying Rain Pavilion, the woman who was also wearing a hat was also standing in place and meditating for a moment. The expression under the hat was also surprised. She murmured in the air, "Why is he here too."
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Let's talk about Zhang Ling. After passing through several streets, he came to a more dilapidated street. It looked dark here, and there was no one. The surrounding buildings were also much shorter. This seemed to be a residence for cultivators, and there were such huts of varying sizes on both sides of the street.
There was no one here either. Zhang Ling stood at the entrance of the street and took out the special talisman he had just obtained. He used his spiritual power on it, and the talisman rose naturally without wind and turned into a ray of black light, which disappeared into the street.
After a while, there was the sound of footsteps, and a wolf-headed masked man appeared on the street. The moment he saw the figure, Zhang Ling heard a voice transmission in his ear. "The letter is correct, the trade fair has already begun, follow me."
Zhang Ling replied and his figure flashed and followed behind the man.
Soon the two came to a low hut. The wolf-masked man took out a palm-sized token and shook it in front of him.
With a soft creak, the door opened a crack, and the two walked in.
Under the guidance of this man, he went straight to a lighted house in the backyard. The furnishings inside were simple, with only a few tables and chairs. The wolf-masked man did not hesitate and walked to the wall on the left, pressed it in a certain position, made a soft sound, and then the wall separated to the left and right, revealing a passage.
"Fellow Taoist, please, the trading venue is inside."
Zhang Ling nodded and entered inside. The passage was dark, and after walking for more than ten feet, there was light and a burst of noise.
"Earth attribute magic weapon, Earth Spirit Hammer, it contains rare materials such as gold and rock, its power is definitely much higher than ordinary magic weapons. I want to exchange it for a thousand-year-old fire crystal grass. Do you fellow Taoists have this kind of spiritual grass?" An old voice seemed to be introducing the magic weapon.
Zhang Ling walked a few steps quickly and arrived at an underground space with an area of fifty or sixty feet. There were only some stone tables and chairs in it, but it was basically full of monks, each of whom was extraordinary.
At this time, an old man in a soap robe was holding an iron hammer about ten feet in size. Spiritual power was injected into it, and the iron hammer continued to expand, emitting a trace of pressure, which looked quite powerful.
The eyes of these monks were attracted by the iron hammer in the old man's hand. His arrival did not attract anyone's attention. Only a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl was standing next to the passage he had just walked out of, bowing to him and whispering.
"Welcome, senior, you can take a seat by yourself. Now is the time for free trade for all seniors."
"Yes!"
Zhang Ling nodded and aimed at an empty place, sat on a stone chair, and his eyes swept towards the monk who was introducing the magic weapon at the moment. This person seemed to be an old man, but his face was covered with a layer of black mist, and he could not see his face clearly, but his cultivation had already reached the late stage of Jindan.
As soon as this person finished introducing the magic weapon in his hand, other monks became interested. A fat ghost-faced masked man stood up and threw out a fiery red box with a wave of his hand.
The old man waved his hand, and the red box floated in front of him. With a light tap, the box was opened a crack, and it could be observed that a red light flashed inside, as if something was placed.
At the same time, many people's eyes instantly locked on the box. Although they did not see what was inside, they all smelled a medicinal fragrance, which was obviously not an ordinary spiritual grass.
The old man also seemed quite surprised, chuckled, and then closed the box again, and the iron hammer suspended above his head instantly shrank and became the size of a palm.
"Yes, this fire crystal grass is indeed a thousand years old, the Earth Spirit Hammer is yours."
Saying that, the iron hammer in the old man's hand flew towards the fat man who threw the box. This person also released a ball of spiritual light and wrapped the treasure into his sleeve.
